Chapter 65 - Saint

"Hey, honey," I said.

"Saint? Is it really you?" She laughed, the sound a little shaky. "Of course, it's you. You have your eyes again. Are you okay?" She reached out, laid a hand on my snout.

"I'm okay. I don't know about Ten, but he and I will work that part out together."

"If he can heal her magic, we will need both of you," Atlas said. He looked a little pale under his laboratory tan.

"We can talk about it later. Where're Ransom and Asher?"

"Talking with Claude and Charlotte," Taryk answered.

I nodded. Well, I tried. My head was resting on the ground. "I see."

I turned to Lukas. "So, I'm guessing you took your hands off her at some point, yes? After I got sucked in?"

The man looked like he was trying not to cry. He nodded.

"Well, when I'm back in my human form, remind me to punch you the fuck out," I said calmly. I took another breath. This time my voice was hard. "Ten and I hurt her on the spirit plane, you fucking asshole. Hurt her," I growled the last two